Slept until twelve thirty. Woke up feeling like death. My throat was on fire, my mouth so dry as to impair any sort of speech or movement. Binged on bagels and waffles, then cried for no reason when discussing whether or not to redo my room. This room project makes me feel weak and hopeless the same way that Ancient Civilizations did. Plus, my face is breaking out. The only good thing about today is the weather. That dry, windy coolness makes me smile.
